Quick Transmigration: Survive to the End

Stella and the Elf King, both wearing matching firestone cloaks, walked through the snow for a while, only to find that it was still a vast expanse of white, with snow so thick that even the exposed rocks on the mountainside were invisible.

The Elf King and Stella stopped in their tracks, knowing that things couldn't continue like this.

The Elf King tried to use magic to find his way, but the magic only traveled about ten meters before disappearing without a trace, as if it had encountered some kind of barrier.

Stella and the Elf King tested it, and found that both magic and magical artifacts could only be used within a ten-meter radius of them. At the same time, the maximum distance they could leave the ground was also ten meters; any higher and they would fall.

"Your Majesty," Stella said, taking out the greenhouse, "would you like a mode of transportation?"

The Elf King, of course, wouldn't pass up a simpler method and insist on measuring the size of this place with his feet.

But once they entered the greenhouse, another problem arose: which way should they go?

At other times, one can wander around and take one's time, but with the 100-day celebration approaching, the Elf King cannot be absent.

“If all else fails,” Stella took out a tarot deck that she hadn’t used in a long time from her storage ring, “what does Your Majesty think?”

The Elf King, having witnessed Stella's tarot divination, nodded and said, "It's feasible."

Stella quickly came to the conclusion: "Good luck goes east."

As soon as she finished speaking, the Elf King took control of the greenhouse, speeding eastward along the ten-meter-high boundary line.

Stella watched the scenery flash by outside and rubbed her dry eyes.

In such situations, the fairy's bright and sharp eyes are not considered an advantage.

They traveled for a whole day, and the surrounding scenery remained largely unchanged; the only change was in the sun in the sky.

The sun is setting in the west; it's almost sunset.

Stella did the calculations again.

“Wang, wait a minute,” Stella looked at the tarot in front of her, somewhat bewildered, “this time the tarot shows that good luck is in the west.”

The Elf King chose a mountaintop, cleared away the soft snow, and then set up the flower house.

“The way we go out is changing,” the Elf King thought for a moment, glanced out the window, and asked Stella, “Have you thought of anything?”

“I think,” Stella tapped her finger unconsciously, “could it be the sun?”

"The biggest change we are experiencing today is the shift in the position of the sun."

"When I first did a divination, the sun was in the east, but now the sun is in the west, which makes sense."

“The most important thing is,” Stella laughed, “this is the box of the God of Light, so of course we should walk towards the light.”

The Elf King looked at her proud demeanor, and a gentle expression softened his features.

Although it is generally considered best not to travel at night in snowy areas, the Elf King was in a hurry and still manipulated the greenhouse to continue forward.

Stella noticed that although there was no moon in the sky, there were many tiny, fluorescent lights in the snow under the night sky.

"Your Majesty, it's so beautiful outside."

Seeing her lying on the petals looking out, the Elf King thought for a moment and hovered over a spot with the most fluorescence so that she could observe carefully.

"When did these flowers grow?" Stella asked in surprise.

She had initially thought it was some kind of animal in the snow, but it turned out to be a small flower blooming against the snow.

Because the greenhouse suddenly moved closer, some of the snow was lifted up, barely revealing the transparent branches underneath that were the same color as the snow.

"It's snow core grass."

Even the Elf King's usually calm tone was tinged with surprise: "I thought they had gone extinct tens of thousands of years ago."

"Tens of thousands of years ago?" Stella thought carefully. "I don't recall seeing any description of snow heart grass in any books."

“Because they went extinct too early,” the Elf King walked to Stella’s side. “Tens of thousands of years ago, they were high-end potion ingredients that could be used to advance magic levels.”

"Is the one the king was talking about, the one that allows you to advance directly after taking a magic potion? Like how a novice mage can advance to an intermediate mage? I think I mentioned such a potion in some book."

"Yes," the Elf King replied, looking at the Snow Core Grass in front of him, but there was no covetousness in his eyes, only appreciation for beautiful things.

"Medicines made from snow core grass can be divided into different grades depending on the concentration and the quality of the snow core grass."

"The highest grade potion requires hundreds of top-quality Snow Core Grasses to make even one dose. This potion can help a mage accumulate enough magic to advance from a Saint to a God of Magic."

Stella's eyes widened: "Then I know why they went extinct."

"With such incredible effects, who wouldn't want to become a god of magic?"

“Yes,” the Elf King said with some regret, “the success rate of potions is not 100%, and the highest-grade perfect potions are even rarer.”

"Several hundred top-grade plants are needed at a time. Even if more Snow Core Grass grows, it will be dug up by greedy people."

"Moreover, their growth and reproduction have demanding requirements. Even gods skilled in planting have tried, but none of them have been able to raise them successfully."

Stella felt a pang of sympathy, but quickly composed herself: "So, the God of Light is even more powerful than the gods who are skilled in planting!"

"This box contains the Snow Core Grass, which has become extinct in the outside world. Naturally, the God of Light would pay more attention to it. Perhaps this is why the God of Darkness thought that the God of Light liked this box."

Stella looked at the Snow Core Grass, which looked like a galaxy had been moved to the snow: "It seems that after tens of thousands of years, undisturbed by the outside world, they are growing very well here."

"Your Majesty, let's continue eastward without disturbing them."

The Elf King stroked Stella's hair, then moved further away from the snow and headed towards their original destination.

Stella and the Elf King, who were leaving quickly, did not notice that the Snow Core Grass on the ground suddenly moved as if it had come to life after they left.

Then, the snow hyacinth flower fell off and turned into a star.

Starting with this plant, patches of snow hyacinth grass transformed into stars and flew into the sky.

When there was enough light outside, Stella and the Elf King also noticed something was wrong.

"Your Majesty, can the flowers of the Snow Core Grass mutate?"

“I can confirm that it couldn’t have happened tens of thousands of years ago,” the Elf King said, still somewhat uncertain, “Perhaps the God of Light did something when he planted it.”

Although the occasion wasn't quite right, Stella couldn't help but want to laugh.

She tried to calm herself down for a moment and noticed that the Milky Way was flowing eastward: "Your Majesty, are they guiding us?"

The Elf King pondered for a moment, then tried to make the flower house fly higher.

Sure enough, their restriction was no longer just ten meters off the ground.

The greenhouse glides across the galaxy of snow clover blossoms, as if moving through the galaxy.

“It’s so beautiful,” Stella said, holding the Elf King’s hand. “This has truly been a special experience.”

The Elf King tilted his head to look at the starry river reflected in her eyes, moved his fingers, and intertwined his fingers with hers.

Stella sensed the change and looked down.

"My lord, once you've taken my hand, you can't let go!"

"will not."

The Elf King said earnestly, "I will share all of time with you, and we will meet again at the end."